Sooner or later then it surely comes about that the student properly so called — the man of science — is left to himself. Haiga tumbare bath, Nath ; main dnkh bhar-bharke ptila. Ikloti ka hai ik putr, karo is ki prit pala." 225 Called her quickly.* Gv,ru Gorakh Ndili A " mother, hear my words. 240 The words written (by Fate) none can blot out ! He bored his ears, he put in the rings and threw the necklace round his neck. ' Alms, alms' do I stand and cry, and none cometh to give. 350 The (stony) hills would weep for Lali, and what am I that am a man ?